Alright, I managed to fill your request, hope this satisfies you! I tried to give you what you asked for, but to really make this ship work, I would need to write SO much more, since it is a tough ship to ship, with neither of them really willing to /completely/ overlook or forgive their past behavior towards each other, but this is a step in the right direction.

Takes place after Prince Lestat. Here’s an excerpt of A Brief Reprieve:

What can I do to make you love me?”  He whispered.  

“Are you kidding me? I do love you!” I scoffed, planting a little kiss on top of his head. “You want a certificate? Want it engraved on a plaque?” I said, nosing into his hair.

“Be serious, Lestat.”

“I’m dead serious. Undead serious.” I laughed, leaning back and pulling him to lay back against me.

Armand gazed up at me in silence, a soft smile on his face, then looked back at the fire. What did he want from me? We had just spent the entire evening together, killed together, and then curled up together in front of a roaring blaze as the snow fell outside the window. He felt good in my arms, all collected up and warm. What could be better? Aside from the throbbing pain in my head. That left something to be desired.

“How does it feel right now?” He said. He stared at the fire.

“What?”

“You know. Holding the Sacred Core.”

“Good Lord, don’t call him that. It inflates his ego and I’ll get a splitting headache.”

“There isn’t room enough for all that ego in there, is there?” Armand chuckled, tapping at my forehead. I took his hand and kissed the fingertips.

“Sometimes there really isn’t.” I sighed. It was true, Amel was my own permanent backseat driver. For now, he was murmuring to himself, but it was growing louder. Soon, he would want to be included in whatever I was doing.